Effective Venting

Oh Happy Day

Its been so long since I've put a single entry! Gomen, sorry,....ummm...enough of the languages. Yes well, no I haven't died, I'm actually very well. It is summer ofcourse, so I've been on a writing and art haitas for a bit. But, I'm still going strong, coming back to almost five drawings everytime I pick up a pencil. I guess I haven't mentioned art work, but I'm a freelance furry artist from Furcadia performing alliteration? So anyway, I'm very happy, perky today, been feeling great. Mr. Asshole stole his parent's care and some money the other day and drove to Galveston the other day, brought his friend Sarah with him. Pretty fun yelling at him for five hours straight about responsibility. I yell at him more than my parents, and he takes it like the little bitch he is. :). Current favorite song is I'm a Survivor by Reba Mcyntire. You know, these last two months have been hard on me. My granpa passed away three weeks ago this Monday. Stupid idiot...he was up on a ladder trying to fix the house even though he wasn't supposed to be and fell. The autopsy showed he died of blunt trauma on the neck, but we think maybe a stroke or a heartattack made him fall. I was upstairs when it happened, heard voices in my yard. I walked outside to see the paramedics trying to bring him back. If I had been looking down at myself, I would have been laughing at how much I was screaming and running around going, "Oh my god!" In a brown bush tshirt and shorts with no bra on. I went to the hospital that way....it was pretty hard on me, and it still is because I have dreams about him sometimes now. But, we found a message on our answering machine with him talking, so he'll always be around. My granpa was a grump, cranky, a pain in the butt, but during his lifetime he supported five children, bought his own house, then supported his grandaughter and his wife for sixteen years. I'd always say bad things about him, but I loved him no matter what; he was the only father I've known, and I hope the afterlife treats him good, whether in heaven or reincarnated. He was a good man. So thats my say for him, now those who read it know. Anyway, today is looking up for me. The sun is shining, there's a nice breeze over Texas, and I'm feeling energetic. So, what to do you ask? I think I'm going to go biking around with a snowcone in hand and some good happy music. Love you all. BTW, I've had eighty five views on my journal, how about making it up to one hundred for the helluva it, hmm? ;) Thanks boys and girls, love you muchly. Au revoire.